The masked heiress Novels & Stories

She have a severe asthma and genetic skin disease inherited from her bloodline. Her photos were displayed next. There's nothing special about her other than the fact that she is the heiress to two of the world's largest corporations in this generation. It is also stated that she is ill. Is that why she wear surgical mask? Also there’s no picture of her whole face. How can she be the heiress to both companies if she is pursuing an education? I thought Mr. and Mrs. Willsmith never had another child after their first died?

she asked, offering her arm. I couldn't help but laugh at her exaggerated manners. "Yes, let's go," I said, linking my arm with hers. As we made our way into the grand mansion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. It had been years since I had been to a masked party, and the memories of my past relationship still lingered. Amelia, on the other hand, was in her element. She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar.

After hearing that, Sharon retracted her hand. While one of the store clerks went into the back room, she waited. Just then, two young women walked over. One of them hesitantly called out, "Ms. Hart?" Sharon instinctively turned her head when she heard that. She took off her sunglasses but kept her mask on. Still unsure, the woman inquired, "Are you Ms. Hart, the long-lost heiress of the Hale family?" Sharon's heart lurched. Her expression changed drastically beneath her mask as she hurriedly grabbed the bracelet and made for the door.

Lisa pouted, rolling over and pulling the blanket back over her face. "You!" Avery shouted, repeatedly hitting her with the pillow. Lisa mumbled something in Korean, half-asleep, when suddenly the door creaked open. They both froze at the sound of a throat clearing. The headmaid stood in the doorway, her eyes like daggers, watching their disheveled appearance—messy hair, crumpled clothes, and chaos all around. Avery met her stare defiantly. Lisa looked away in embarrassment. “There is a masked party tonight,” the maid said in her usual sharp tone. “All wives must attend. If not, you’ll answer to Sir Roman. You’ll be taken to Velena Couture for your dress fitting.”

She hasn’t talked to her friends for a week because of her stupid deal with Eric, but everything ends tonight. Once she got the information she needed from Grayson, she wouldn’t need Eric anymore. She could finally stop pretending of being his girlfriend. Alice grabbed her mask for tonight’s masquerade ball and stared at it. It was a silver and Rosso red mask with silver and red hand-painted swirls and details. It perfectly matched her vintage-inspired bright red ball gown that has silver swirls and designs at the bottom. It was magnificent, and Alice loved it. “You ready?” Her father’s head peeked from her door.

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

The grand ballroom was a kaleidoscope of opulence, with glittering chandeliers casting soft golden light across the room. Dignitaries, tycoons, and socialites moved through the space, their laughter and idle chatter creating a symphony of power and wealth. In the center of it all stood her, masked and enigmatic, her mere presence commanding respect and fear. She wore a sleek black gown that clung to her figure, the long train trailing behind her like shadows she could never escape. The mask concealed much of her face, but her eyes—sharp and distant—pierced through anyone who dared to meet them.

Sophia's eyes widened, a spark of jealousy flashing in them. ‘Why is mother favouring Audrey that much? And who is this important person?’ “Mom, who is the person?” Audrey asked, eyeing the dress. It was a beautiful black gown, slanted to the knee. A pair of black heels and a box of silver jewelry also came with the gift. “You'll find out later, my love,” Mrs. Evangeline said with a smile, gave her a peck on both cheeks. “A make-up artist will be here to touch up your face,” she added before stepping out of the room.

Like she couldn’t breathe properly. “Elara?” That voice Her heart skipped. She turned quickly. “Ryan…” For a second, relief flashed across her face. Finally. Someone on her side. Ryan walked toward her, dressed in a neat black suit, his usual confident smile on his face. He looked her up and down, then smirked slightly. “Where’s my heiress?” he said playfully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The word hit differently now. Heiress. Elara forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Ryan, I”

Tonight was the official engagement dinner of Zade Russo and Sylvie Wilfred that was organized by Zade. The room glowed in gold. Chandeliers spilled warm light across marble floors, and a string quartet played softly near the stage. Not so many guests but a blend of elites, business partners, and the ever-hungry press filled the room. The cameras loved it. They loved her, the heiress with the striking eyes and the perfect, practiced smile. They loved him, the young mafia boss turned businessman, elegant in his tailored suit with his hand resting lightly on her waist as if she belonged there.